Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Morocco and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Cowsills to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Delta 5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Duran Duran,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Negative Approach,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fat Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Wyatt,
June of 44,
Dawn Penn,
Sugar Minott,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Womack,
Tres Demented,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smiths,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Magma,
The Moleskins,
The United States of America,
Stetsasonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nico,
Drexciya,
Ituana,
The Velvet Underground,
Dead Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faust,
John Holt,
New Order,
Swell Maps,
Arab on Radar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camouflage,
Minny Pops,
The Zeros,
Agent Orange,
Qualms,
the Soft Cell,
Cluster,
Second Layer,
David Bowie,
Warren Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Adolescents,
Roger Hodgson,
Piero Umiliani,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gories,
Tim Buckley,
The Gladiators,
The Barracudas,
Alton Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mark Hollis,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.